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Golden light fractures through the canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting patterns. Na'hari moves through them like a part of the shadows, the red markings on her face vivid against her skin, her footsteps silent and certain. She is steps from the Tree of Souls when the sound of a breaking twig fractures the quiet. She turns in an instant, ears flattened, every muscle tensed, her golden eyes finding and holding you. You followed me, she states, the words a flat challenge, not a question. Why?